Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

under night.

Duan Zhengchun sat on a wooden stool outside the door, wiping his sword in the moonlight.

The sword is just an ordinary sword, but it depends on who wields it; even the most unassuming sword can kill.

This is a private residence. In order to avoid being tracked by the Vajra Sect, they could no longer go to inns or post stations, so he took Lin Zhiyuan to find this place ten miles away from Luntai Town.

For this, he spent another fifty taels of silver.

He had a lot of money, including the money he carried with him and two whole carriages, which were stored at Tianlong Temple.

During this journey westward, he killed many people and was no longer the same person he was in his previous life. He felt somewhat unfamiliar with his transformation, yet also somewhat expectant.

He is no longer himself, nor is he himself anymore.

He has now found out Sun Bu'er's whereabouts, and if he is not mistaken, Liu Chuxuan, who went to Loulan City, has probably been captured as well.

He will probably kill even more people next, but he will not be afraid or reluctant because the world is dangerous and bad people deserve to die!

The only thing that hasn't changed is that he never kills innocent people indiscriminately.

"Uh..."

Just then, Lin Zhiyuan's voice came from the room behind them.

He finally woke up.

While examining Lin Zhiyuan's injuries, Duan Zhengchun noticed a peculiar fragrance on him, suggesting he had been under the influence of some kind of aphrodisiac.

Gulimina is a master of poisons, just like the deadly poison hidden in the mouth of the courtesan, impossible to guard against.

"Senior Brother Yin, how did I fall asleep? Where am I?"

A bewildered Lin Zhiyuan struggled to get out of bed and slowly walked to the door, his face full of confusion.

"You were drugged, but at least you didn't die."

“I have found out where Uncle Sun and the others are. They are in the Vajra Sect’s lair on Zixia Peak. Go to Loulan City immediately to inform Zhao Zhijing and Cui Zhifang and tell them to go to Zixia Peak to meet them as soon as possible.”

"A horse has been prepared for you outside the courtyard, along with three days' worth of rations."

Duan Zhengchun continued wiping the sword, bowing his head and giving instructions.

During the time Lin Zhiyuan was unconscious, he had already found out that the Vajra Sect was a secret sect in the Western Regions and the most powerful sect in the Western Regions, with a status comparable to that of the Quanzhen Sect in the Central Plains martial arts world.

But no one knows who the sect leader is.

"Really?! That's great! But what kind of power is the Vajra Sect? And where is Purple Cloud Peak located?"

Lin Zhiyuan looked surprised, then looked bewildered.

"Your mouth isn't just for eating. If you don't know, just ask. Stop talking nonsense and go do it now."

"I'll go and find out what's going on first."

Duan Zhengchun was getting impatient.

"Huh? You're going alone? That's too dangerous! I'll go with you. Senior Brother and the others can find another way to notify them!"

Upon hearing that Duan Zhengchun was going alone, Lin Zhiyuan immediately showed a look of worry on his face.

"Didn't you hear me?! Don't make me repeat myself! You almost died two hours ago! Are you going to drag me down with you?!"

Duan Zhengchun raised his head and looked coldly at Lin Zhiyuan, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned, then nodded in self-reproach and walked dejectedly out of the courtyard. Not long after, the sound of rapid hoofbeats could be heard and gradually faded away.

Duan Zhengchun glanced at the courtyard gate, sheathed his longsword, picked up the wine gourd placed to the side, mounted another horse outside the courtyard, and rode away without hesitation.

He didn't want Lin Zhiyuan to go on this dangerous trip, nor did he want Zhao Zhijing and the others to help him, because going to the Vajra Sect would definitely be fraught with danger and a matter of life and death.

...

Five days later.

Duan Zhengchun rode alone on horseback and slowly stopped in front of a roadside tea stall.

"Sir, please have a seat. Would you like some tea or something to eat?"

The shopkeeper was very enthusiastic. He tossed the rag in his hand over his shoulder and casually took Duan Zhengchun's white horse.

"A pot of hot tea and four steamed buns."

Duan Zhengchun casually found a seat and sat down, then casually replied.

After traveling for five days straight, both he and his horse were exhausted, and their provisions were all gone. Even if he could manage, his horse couldn't.

Unfortunately, this is a tea stall, not a wine stand.

There weren't many customers at the stall; you could count them on two hands. However, an elderly man sitting on the far side caught Duan Zhengchun's attention.

He was an elderly man dressed very simply, with gray hair and a beard that reached almost to his chest. He had an ordinary appearance, but in Duan Zhengchun's eyes, the old man exuded a sense of otherworldly elegance, and the aura between his brows and eyes was something that ordinary people could not possess.

The old man seemed to notice Duan Zhengchun's gaze, turned his head, smiled at Duan Zhengchun with narrowed eyes, and raised his teacup in a gesture of respect.

At this moment, the shopkeeper also brought the teapot and steamed buns to the table.

Duan Zhengchun ignored the strange old man, poured himself a bowl of tea, and began to eat.

He was indeed hungry; the steamed buns had a filling of meat and vegetables, and they smelled delicious.

Perhaps he was too hungry, Duan Zhengchun ate four and then asked for four more.

Just then, a group of strangely dressed people rode up on horseback, stopped in front of the tea stall, and quickly filled two tables, ordering more than a dozen steamed buns.

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth, tossed down a few copper coins, and got up to leave.

He could tell that the group of people who had just arrived were all skilled in martial arts!

The person is not good!

But just as Duan Zhengchun was about to walk toward his horse, the person closest to him suddenly turned around, a crossbow hidden in his sleeve, and fired directly at Duan Zhengchun!

The sound of breaking through the air!

A short arrow flew swiftly toward Duan Zhengchun's face!

Duan Zhengchun's expression changed slightly, and his head tilted to one side in an instant. The crossbow bolt almost grazed the tip of his nose!

Immediately afterwards, more than ten people stood up and pressed the shutter button on Duan Zhengchun almost simultaneously!

A dozen or so short arrows formed a net of arrows, rushing towards us!

Duan Zhengchun swiftly kicked out, overturning a table! The flying table deflected most of the short arrows!

But soon screams came from behind! Several short arrows that grazed Duan Zhengchun's path struck several other diners nearby!

The arrow was poisoned; it would kill on contact with blood!

Duan Zhengchun turned his head and glanced at it, and a surge of anger immediately rose in his heart!

At the same time, a dagger smashed the tabletop and came crashing down on him!

Duan Zhengchun swiftly launched two kicks, one knocking the opponent's knife away and the other striking the opponent's chest!

The man screamed and flew backward!

Duan Zhengchun caught the knife falling from the sky and threw it out with lightning speed, instantly piercing the knife's owner's abdomen!

Immediately afterwards, the remaining assassins swarmed towards Duan Zhengchun, unleashing more than ten different weapons at him!

Duan Zhengchun, with his eyes scanning all directions, unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, instantly engaging in a fierce battle with more than ten assassins!

His sword was still on his horse, so he could only use his fists and feet. However, there were too many of his opponents, and they were attacking from all directions. It was difficult for him to find an opportunity to use his One Finger Divine Skill!

In the midst of the chaos, the entire tea stall was almost destroyed! Just after Duan Zhengchun killed someone with his Frost-Treading Ice-Breaking Palm Technique, he suddenly discovered that the old man with the air of a hermit was still sitting at the table eating, seemingly oblivious to the danger before him.

At the same time, one of the assassins seemed to find the old man in the way, abandoned his attack on Duan Zhengchun, and turned around to slash at the back of the old man's neck!

Seeing that the old man was about to die on the spot, Duan Zhengchun used both palms to force back two enemies. He quickly used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to get out of the crowd and pointed out with his right index finger!

Several innocent people have already died from the assassin's crossbow bolts, and he doesn't want anyone else to die because of him!

A sharp burst of energy shot out, instantly knocking the knife out of the man's hand. Then, Duan Zhengchun rushed forward like lightning and snapped the man's neck!

"It's dangerous here! Let's get out of here!"

Duan Zhengchun uttered a sentence and turned to charge towards the enemy who were rushing in once again!

He unleashed two quick attacks with his left and right hands simultaneously, instantly killing two people. He then swiftly arrived in front of his horse, drawing the longsword hanging on the saddle!

With his sword in hand, Duan Zhengchun instantly transformed into an unstoppable killing god. The assassins could no longer get close and fell one after another!

Just as the assassins were about to be wiped out, Duan Zhengchun suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him. He frowned and swung his sword backward in response!

At the same time, a chopstick flew out from the side like lightning!

Duan Zhengchun turned around and glanced around, only to find that the person standing behind him was none other than the tea stall owner! However, the owner's head had already been chopped off by Duan Zhengchun!

As the shopkeeper collapsed to the ground, Duan Zhengchun frowned slightly, for a chopstick had somehow become stuck in the shopkeeper's arm! The dagger he was holding had also fallen to the ground!

If the chopstick hadn't hit the shopkeeper in time, the dagger might have already stabbed him!

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